"Y-yep!" God it was cold. Miles wasn't sure if spiders did worse or better than people in the cold, if that trait transferred. Proportional ability to ice up that much faster, wouldn't that be a lark. "10 years old, got my t-transfers crossed and wound up a couple blocks down the way before I realized I wasn't anywhere near where I was supposed to be. got turned around tracing my steps and by the time I f-found my way back, mom had mobilized t-the whole neighborhood."

He tried not to feel the heavy punch in the gut of emotion that came with thinking about how worried she'd looked when he was finally trudging up the stairs to their front door, or how she'd hugged him so tight all the air had wooshed from his lungs for a moment. Tried to pretend he was just shivering from the cold.

"S-she'd be so worried. I've never... been gone this long." Said softly, trying to reel in the tremor to his tone. "Dad too. He..."

Miles stopped abruptly, letting out a quiet, raw huff that might have been a laugh if one tilted their head and squinted for it.

"Man, assuming he even knows, I guess."